Chapter 3

Bryant took periodical peeps through his curtains as the stream of deliveries arrived next door on Saturday morning; the arrival of what was obviously a very large bed, setting the delivery men a tough task as they wrestled it through the door and caused some commotion in getting the mattress and base up the stairs. The delivery men didn't seem to mind a bit about being marshalled by the stern woman in the tight skirt.

Bryant's curiosity was pushed to the limit when a large plain black van arrived and what seemed like half of its contents were delivered next door, his mind ran riot with fantasies of what the boxed items could be, especially those which were over six feet long; he could not know how his imagination had touched on reality. The men from the black van did not display the leering smiles that the deliverers of the bed had worn, theirs was a very special delivery and they had seen many women like the strikingly confident Harriet before, such was the nature of their delivery.

Harriet directed them down to her newly painted cellar, the junk it had collected over many years now smoldering in the garden, its warm purple walls complemented by the silver enamel she had herself added to the bars at the small window through which the light shone in golden streaks, emphasising its new cell-like appearance. She switched on the light and the three males began unpacking the larger boxes; one of them addressed Harriet in studied gentlemanly fashion.

'Assembly and fixture of the frames and benches is all part of the price Madam, but we will have to leave you to fit the smaller racks and fitments.' Harriet's sex moistened a little at the male's nonchalant air of servitude, she could see he had provided this service for many dominant women, and was careful not to show the remotest indication of frivolity.

'That's just fine, I have someone in mind who'll do that for me. He doesn't know it yet, but will oblige me without question.' The slight raising of his eyebrows was the only emotion the male showed at Harriet's response; his business meant that talking with countless dominant women had become as routine as taking a train to work, it was as though they were taking over, there were so many of them and he was glad of the trade.

She showed him where to place the huge X-frame, a smaller version, a crucifix, and two padded benches. Even when the padded coffin was unpacked, none of the three showed the slightest emotion, and they set about transforming the cellar which her Mother had used to place items of no further use or interest; Harriet smirked, her nipples hardening as the X-frame was hoisted and fixed to the far wall, the cellar would know much use and interest now.

Bryant's curiosity got the better of him, the dull sound of drilling below ground level too much to bear. He opened his front door and crept furtively between the privet hedges which divided the properties, and craned his neck to look over the small ground level window which offered a view into the cellar. He could just see the men moving about, but could not quite see what they were at. Harriet was not quite so involved as her paid servants of the moment, and noticed the change in the light through the bars. Her cunt tingled on guessing immediately who it was, and strode forward, looking up with arms crossed. Bryant's eyes met with her stern smile, and he gaped at her, frozen for a moment, then shrank away as though burned by her stare. His anus tingled at the thought of the look she had given him as he disappeared back to the safety of his house; just the power of her glare had him in a cold sweat, how could this be the same girl?

The delivery men completed their task rapidly, and left the basic assemblies of cuffs and manacles at the foot of each apparatus. As two of them took the tools back to the van, the third bowed in reverence to his obviously dominant customer.

'Glad to be of service to you madam, I trust you will be OK with the completion of the assemblies; there is a helpline number with the instructions should you require any guidance.'

'Oh, I'll be fine thank you, like I said, I know just the person to have the work completed for me.' Her cunt oozed as he walked away and left her to survey her new dungeon; the small gallows with its silky noose hanging at the opposite end to the frames was particularly arousing for her; just enough clearance to have the tallest of males dangling from it, a recess in the floor below it with two steps down; an old coal hopper removed many years ago having occupied the space. The padded coffin standing next to it added extra spice. She would now find her handyman and have him complete the work.

Bryant was on his knees on his bedroom floor, wanking hard as he surveyed the pictures of the cane wielding Harriet which adorned the walls, thinking hard on that look she had given him; he longed to be on his knees to her. He was close to unleashing his cream when the doorbell rang. He continued to strop for a moment when it rang again. He cursed his luck and quickly dressed, stuffing his rigid cock into his briefs. He pulled the door open and stood stunned on seeing Harriet standing with hands on hips, her full figure as tall as he in her stilettos.

'Fetch that toolbox of yours, I have something you can do for me; be quick about it.'

Bryant said nothing, her command was so confident, and his own desire overpowered him, he went sheepishly to the nearby stair cupboard and clumsily lifted the steel box. Harriet sneered with pleasure.

'You'll need an electric drill and some masonry bits.' He hastily grabbed a drill and extension, and waddled in her wake as she led him to her door, his eyes fixed on her deliciously rounded hips and arse in the tight skirt, his cock now harder than it had ever been in his bedroom. They walked in and she closed the door behind them, then stood hands on hips looking him up and down. Bryant noted the satisfaction in her eyes as he began to tremble visibly.

'What do you mean, spying on me like that, like a peeping tom?' She lifted her chin and looked down her nose at him, her nipples poking hard through her blouse as she enjoyed his discomfort, waiting for whatever feeble answer would be offered.

'I don't know ... don't know what came over me ... you just look so ... so different.' Harriet squinted her mesmerising brown eyes at him, the delight at having him squirm making her sex moisten all the more. Her confidence reached a new level as he stood like a repentant schoolboy.

'I have a good mind to put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.' She smiled as she saw the bulge of his cock poking his loose trousers, betraying the submissive side of his sexuality which she had helped bring forth from him; the freedom the independence had given her bringing her haughty confidence to the fore.

'I think You should kneel before me and beg my forgiveness ... now!'. Bryant dropped the things he carried, and his head swam with a strange dizziness, everything seeming to happen in slow motion as he found himself sinking to his knees at her command, not quite believing his own actions. His cock boned as the sheer pleasure of being dominated by her clashed with his rational thoughts; this was crazy but oh so erotically enjoyable, he was overwhelmed by her feminine power as he knelt and looked up at her stern beauty, she had him just where he belonged and they both knew it.

'I ... I beg your forgiveness Harriet. Her cunt was now thoroughly wet as she slapped his face smartly, Bryant's balls and anus tingling with the pleasure of his inferiority being confirmed as the manicured hand left its mark.

'Mistress Harriet! ... You will show me respect at all times.' Bryant was now yearning to shoot his mess like never before; he wallowed in this new and tantalising pleasure.

'I beg your forgiveness ... Mistress Harriet.' Her spite rose as she savoured this new triumph; the lewd and leering male who had made his perversions clear to her when she had been ruled by her mother was now at her complete disposal. She would now begin his humiliation, and put him to good use.

'Clothes off now! Every last stitch.' Bryant gasped and hesitated only to blush red, and was awarded another swift slap to the face, adding to his rosy complexion. He fumbled with his clothes while she inspected his emerging flesh; though middle-aged, his musculature was surprisingly well turned out, nicely firm arms and torso, her cunt tingled as his muscles rippled pleasingly while he struggled out of his lower garments, she thought how his flanks would take the whip nicely.

'It's going to get very warm where you're going.' Bryant was already sweating as the tension built and he tried to take in the predicament he was enduring; the beads formed on his brow and back as he seemed to look in on himself from the outside, naked and kneeling before the woman he had come to desire so strongly in so short a time. His complete focus was suddenly drawn to her; she smiled and undid her skirt, letting it drop to the ground. Bryant was transfixed by the delicious camel toe in her black pantie hose, her cunt, hot and aroused, framed by her broad thighs and round hips; her white silk blouse held tight by a thin belt about her waist, accentuating her dominant female shape.